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I lost my Vegas virginity this summer on a trip with two of my girlfriends. I learned there is only one problem with staying at the Luxor in June: It’s located just off the strip, so to get to where all the action is, you can walk or take a $20 cab ride. We never opted to walk off the prior night’s margaritas.
I was taking in the sights as our cab made its way downtown. In what I now believe to be divine intervention, we hit a red light in front of the Planet Hollywood Resort and Casino. The hotel’s electronic ticker boasted current promotions and events—hotel bargains, dining deals, Saturday night’s birthday bash for some celebrity I’d never heard of—and then, something that excited me more than I’d like to admit: “Joel Madden DJing TONIGHT at Club Privé.”
I broke our silence with a noise that can only be compared to someone gasping for their first breath of air after being brought back from the dead. Startled, my friend Kellie asked, “What is it?”
“Oh my GOD, you guys! Joel Madden is going to be at Privé tonight!” I shrieked like a 15-year-old teeny bopper at, well, a Good Charlotte concert. “We have GOT to go there!”
This article appears in Sep 2-8, 2009.